Another summer, another family fishing trip to Mammoth. And you thought Mammoth was just for snow and beer...

Shame!

It's also for fish and beer.

And mountain bikes and beer and rocks and beer but those activities will have to wait until my physical therapist terrorist gives me permission to abuse my knees rather than paying him to abuse them for me.

Until that trip (probably in August), enjoy some photos of happy dogs and dads and some big, dead fish.